They had signs – “honk for pro-choice” and pictures of baby fetuses – I don’t know if you can tell from this pix.
hey – and congrats to Wes out there! He got a kick-ass raise and a promotion! So, he finally get’s a desk job and he get’s his weekends back. Good job!
Today was my last official class day. All I have left is one big story and a conference wtih mt professor…looks like I survived this quarter…
Today, I went to Norris for lunch. It was one of those rare days I didn’t bring a lunch from home. I was in a bit of a rush and I grabbed pasta from Sbarro. The dude who worked there said I had a beautiful smile and he introduced himself to me. Ok, this totally creeped me out. I was in a rush to get back for my class meeting and he was like “it looks like you’re in a rush.” i tried to be nice and explained the meeting. truth be told, i was just in a rush to get away from him.
why do i get creepy guys coming at me? do i give off a creepy guy vibe? or maybe i just more paranoid than ever when somebody i don’t know attempts to give me a compliment on my looks. i suppose i find these compliments to be very shallow and without much merit. i guess i just don’t trust guys who find me attractive and never bothered to find out if i anything more, like intelligence or wit or a sense of humor. so i’d rather they just fuck off. i can’t let my guard down with these creepy guys. i honestly feel threatened when a stranger tries to compliment me on my looks.
hell, last month, while I was checking out my neighborhood for the beat reporting – a random European dude reached out to shake my hand. he was a narly old man with a thick European accent. he tried to pull me in for a kiss and i resisted. he tried, in his broken English, to explain why it would be so harmless. The explanation included gestures to heaven, his heart, and another pull on my arm to bring me in close for wet smacker, of some sort. I tried to explain to him that I did not want to do this because I hardly knew him. I told him my boyfriend would not like this [however, late on my cell, Mark said it would not have bothered him…..my knight in shining armor 🙂 ]
I was a breathe away from clocking this old man – but Lord knows I did not want to burn bridges in this neighborhood. I’m sure folks would have been less reluctant to be interviewed if they knew I went ballstic on this old pervert. Thank God, he let go of my hand and said “You’re a good girl.” I walked away, quickly.
A few days ago, I had a dream about Mark. I suppose since I’ve been free from a lot of classes, I’ve been sleeping in……it feels so good :0 So I dreamed we were in a garden store, that was set-up like Barnes and Noble. I picked up some free tea from downstairs. We went upstairs to look for a picture book on yoga. Mark wanted one with illustrations of the positions. I found a thin yoga book with pictures of nature: snow-capped moutains and birds.
Then Mark and I were snuggled up in the backseat of a car. Gau was driving and my dad was driving shot-gun. We wanted to do some sigh-seeing and get food. Gau took us up a moutain road. I was worried about getting lost and I leaned forward to inspect Gau’s driving. Mark pulled me back into his arms and said I should enjoy the ride. We climbed up the mountain and then back down the mountain.
It was night-time. My dad drove a U-Haul truck into a storage area. Mark and I watched him drive back it in. He was bringing my stuff to be stored in Mark’s storage area.
what do you think it means?